But it is Festspiele. It is 10:30AM on Saturday. One might expect the crowd to look a little rough for the wear. One might think that the haute couture of Friday night would be wine-stained and wrinkled. One would be wrongo-dongo!
At 11AM, the curtain rises on that world famous opera that I have never heard of before. There are more tuxes and gowns and pearls and diamond-studded-cufflinks sucking down Taittinger than Carter has pills.
Or course, not everyone is dressed to the nines and eagerly anticipating the opening act. There are a handful of woe-be-gone people in shorts and sandals and tees. Not to be worried, Salzburg welcomes all. In a show of egalitarianism, the city created ‘Schmuckpassages!
(Note: some have corporate sponsors!)
These passages allow the humble masses to make their way through town without actually rubbing elbows with high society!
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